Me: YES! I'M FINALLY POSTING IT!

Dark Pit: He had it ready the last two days.

Me: No!

Dark Pit: You hurt yourself worrying that it wasn't good enough.

Me: Shut up, Pittoo...

Dark Pit: Stop calling me that!

Me: Anyways, you smart readers can probably already guess that this is for Smash King24's Christmas Contest 2014. This is pretty much my first story-writing contest so I'm a little too hyped for it...For my competitors reading this, I wish you the best of luck on your stories! *dark cloud* Everybody else is so much better than me...they wrote fanfic on Smash before...this is my first time posting up a Smash fanfic...would people like it? They'll probably hate it! I'm sorry that the characters might be OOC! Oh no! Everyone would hate it! WWWAAAAAAAAHHHH! PITTOO! *runs to him*

Dark Pit: *dodges* Stop calling me that! Blade does not own Smash Bros nor does he own any of the characters here.

Me: Enjoy the story! Leave a review...please!

Amscray, Christmas!

Twenty-one days until Christmas.

"Pittoo…Pittoo…" I scowled as I felt something poke my cheek. I ignored my offender by turning my head to the other side of my pillow. Just when I thought I was free from the annoyance, the bastard wouldn't leave me alone. Whoever he or she was, they pulled my wings instead. At first, it was a simple tug. Then I felt something attach to my wings. Seeing how it didn't hurt, I disregarded it. I figured that if I ignored them long enough, they would leave me alone. But the idiot just had to switch back to their yanking tactic, turning it into a weed-pulling contest.

"OW, DAMNIT!" I shouted in frustration. I placed my hands underneath me to lift myself up from the bed. As soon as I did that, my offender retracted their hand from my wings. I turned to glare at the unwilted, stupid face. Sapphire orbs sparkled sickeningly with a shine that could only be found in a hero. My own ruby spheres glared back. Despite the contrast in color, the two pairs of eyes held more similarities than one would believe. Pit-stain was slow to react as ever when I punched him out of the way. He fell backwards with his hand on his cheek.

"Why did you do that, Pittoo?!" he bawled.

"Stop calling me that!" I shouted back. "What the Underworld are you doing here?!" When I first arrived at the Smash Mansion, Master Hand informed me that I was to stay with Pit. After much protest, glares, rockets, and arrows, Master Hand finally relented and gave me a room of my own. That didn't stop Pit from coming into my room to annoy me or sleep with me when he had a nightmare. Since the females' rooms were on a separate floor and males were strictly prohibited from entering after some weird incident from the past, Pit usually came to me. I tried everything I could think of to stop him from doing so. Despite my best efforts, he still managed to get through my defenses (speaking of which, how did he get through my fortified door? I'm pretty sure my traps would have sent him to the hospital by now…).

I felt the urge to punch him again when a tinkling sound alerted me to my wings. I craned my neck to look. My eye twitched in fury at the sight of the matching silver bells hanging from my black wings. Not only that, red and green sparkles glittered my beautiful ebony feathers. "Pit…" I slowly turned around to glare at my original. That's when I noticed that Pit's own wings had the same glitter and bells as mine, only his bells were gold. The sight of the increase of similarities between us only served to fuel my rage.

His face got pale at the anger emitting from my body. The white angel scooted away, his hands in front of him to protect him (like that would stop me). "Wait, Pittoo! I can explain!"

That's it! I leaped from my bed towards him with a loud snarl. At the aggressive act, Pit shrieked and ran from my room. I wasn't letting him go that easily! Even though he was faster than me, he tired more easily than me. I had the advantage here, especially with my fury at its max. I ran after him down the hall towards the stairs.

Pit quickly jumped over the railing, screaming in his annoying voice. I followed his every movement, narrowly avoiding two Smashers (Ike and Link) carrying a heavy box downstairs. They shouted in indignation as they almost dropped the box (well, I could understand Ike. Wasn't so sure what Link was saying though). While I chased after Pit, I tried to ignore the ridiculous bells ringing from my wings. Pit flapped his wings as he clumsily leaped over Mario. He landed safely on the ground in front of Mario, surprising the plump plumber into stopping. The white angel muttered an apology before continuing his escape. I mimicked his action. However, I used Luigi's hat as a footstep, causing the lean brother to drop the decorations and himself on the floor. I sailed through the air, my eyes locked onto Pit's sprinting back. My original was slowing down. Perfect, I smirked to myself as I flapped my wings to control my descent. I soon neared the ground, dangerously close to Pit. He looked behind him to see my progress, slowing down even more. His eyes widened, but it was too late. I kicked his back downward, sending him crashing to the hard floor. I heard an explosive oof! from him, and I grinned at the sprawled figure of my twin.

"Dark Pit! Get off of me!" he whined. My smirk widened as I sat on his back to prevent him from getting up. I didn't get to do this often, so I decided I'd take my time.

"Poor Pit-stain. Can't even get off the floor by himself."

"Pittoo!" Pit craned his neck to look at me. "Come on! I was only trying to get you into the Christmas spirit! And I want to help decorate!" I snorted at his remark. Then I looked around. I was slightly blinded from too much red and too much green hanging from every freakin' time and space available. And the other Smashers were still decorating the place. Mario, Luigi, Link, and Ike finally came down with the other knickknacks. I saw Peach and Zelda move over to the four men. I curled my lips in disgust as they exchanged smiles and laughter. I looked in a different direction. I saw Shulk hanging some mistletoe for some poor, unfortunate souls to be trapped under. As soon as he was done, he quickly moved away from the area. However, Ike walked over to him with a greeting, making sure to steer clear of the parasite plant. The Monado boy grinned at the Radiant Hero and struck a conversation with him. I searched for something better, only find Samus and the Wii Fit Trainer also conversing while hanging paper snowflakes from the ceiling. Little Mac came over and joined the two. Or at least asked for some help since Samus and Wii Fit Trainer waved good-bye to each other so that the trainer could leave with Little Mac. I made no pretense of my annoyance when I saw the Villager leading Pikachu, Toon Link, and Olimar with his Pikmin to where Bowser and Ganondorf were. To my surprise, the two villains actually interacted with the smaller guys, despite Ganondorf's constant scowls. I quickly got over my surprise as I realized that those guys probably had a lot of practice dealing with the other Smashers during Christmas time since they've been around long enough. They probably didn't have a choice. My frown grew as the weird stabbing in my chest intensified and wouldn't leave me alone. Turning my attention away from the other Smashers since their actions were so sickening to me, I scowled at Pit.

"What more is there to decorate?" I asked my original. "This place is a freakin' Christmas tree on steroids." I didn't wait for him to answer. As much as I enjoyed sitting on Pit, I couldn't stand the cheerfulness of this place. I had to get outta here. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms over my head. My fight yesterday with Captain Falcon and Jigglypuff really did a number on me. Pit quickly leaped to his feet. He tugged on my wrist, pulling me in the direction of the kitchen. I resisted his action and held my ground.

Pit grinned, "Hey, you help us decorate too! We need some help in the kitchen."

"You brought me down here to decorate?" I glared at him. What kind of a stupid reason was that?! Why the Underworld did he wanted me to be here for? I wasn't going to be of any help at all! "You guys don't need me. Get somebody else to do it."

"But everyone is already helping, even Ganondorf! Do you know how hard it was to persuade him to help? Besides, you're the only one who isn't!" Pit protested. "And Christmas is the time to spend time with others, and as time goes on, we remember the times of the past to really appreciate our time here this time!"

I stared at him, almost speechless at his stupidity. "…what in the Underworld are you talking about? If you want to celebrate Christmas so much, then celebrate with the ones that actually CARE ABOUT YOU!" I suddenly exploded, clenching my fists. My loud words echoed throughout the mansion. I felt several pairs of eyes staring at me, burning at me. I couldn't stand the feeling of everybody's contempt anymore. I turned and pushed through the air of tension surrounding the other Smashers.

I didn't acknowledge anyone as I stormed back up the stairs towards my room, "I DON'T CARE ABOUT CHRISTMAS SO LEAVE ME ALONE!" The whispering that followed my exit stung me like so many icicles. Even though I masked it, I couldn't help but deepen my scowl at the thought of the others just talking about me. Their gossip annoyed me as much as Pit. But there was another feeling that I couldn't place my finger. Another feeling that was foreign to me. It's been plaguing me for the longest time ever since I arrived here at the Smash Mansion with Palutena. I wasn't sure how to react to it or whether or not I could even find a cure for it. It annoyed me every single time, especially when I see the other Smashers. It took me a while, but I realized what it was. And it hurt me even more when I found evidence supporting it all around me.

Upon reaching my room, I locked the door behind me. I flopped onto my bed, hugging my pillow. Pesky bells alerted me to my other problem. I glowered at the silver bells and red and green glitter on my wings. Why the Underworld did Pit have to do that? I honestly don't understand that guy at all, even though he was my original. I managed to unclip the bells easily to toss them to the side, but I had to crane my neck to see how much space the red and green glitter occupied my wings. If my mirror wasn't broken, I would have used it. Surprisingly, Pit didn't break it on one of his crusades into my room. I did. When I first entered my room, the first thing I saw was the mirror. It reflected something I dreaded to see, something I wished wasn't true. It took all of Ike's strength to hold me back from complete destroying the mirror. I refused to tell Master Hand why I shattered the mirror, so he dropped the matter. He scrapped what was left of it, leaving me to my peace.

Taking another look at my wings, I made a mental note to unleash all my fury on Pit when our next match-up took place (it's the only time I could beat him up without holding back). I buried my face into my pillow, wondering if I should regret ever being here. If anything, being here might have been even worst than staying home. Considering my circumstances, I was not surprised. Yet I still came here to this Underworld of a place. My foul mood intensified when I heard somebody knock on the door.

"I SAID, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted, partially from anger, partially to let the other side hear.

"Dark Pit, it's Robin."

Oh…it's Robin…a friend of mine, I guess somehow? …who cares?

"Master Hand wants everybody in the assembly room."

No, I don't want to go. I refuse to go, and there's nothing that nose-picker can do to persuade me otherwise.

"I know you don't want to go, but Master Hand threatened to put a mirror in your room if you didn't. I don't know what that's about, but I do know that it means bad news for you."

That stupid nose-picker…for the second time, I leaped from my bed. I opened my door to reveal the tactician. As usual, one of his tomes was underneath his arm. At least his nose wasn't in it. Robin smiled at me. Instead of returning his smile, I gave him a look. Apparently, he got the same holiday fever that infected Pit. His tactician coat consisted of the color green with red accents. His twin probably had the colors reversed on her coat. What was with everybody and the "Spirit of Christmas"? It was the stupidest idea anyone ever thought of…

"I heard what happened from Zelda. Would you like me to remove that glitter for you?"

"Did you come up with some crazy plan to do so?"

"If you call a lint-roller a crazy plan, then yes."

"…a lint-roller…"

"It's great on lint, tinsel, and Greninja."

"…how is it great on Greninja?"

"Apparently, he doesn't like the taste of it."

I was about to ask Robin how he managed to "discover" that fact when Ness ran towards us. The PSI kid tugged on our clothes. I examined him as well. Ness retained his red baseball cap. However, his stripes now alternate green and white instead of blue and yellow.

"Come on! Master Hand wants all of us in the assembly room for a Christmas announcement!" he said excitedly. He ran back the way he came. The boy stopped at the edge of the stairs to turn and beckon to us, "Hurry up! You know how cranky Master Hand can get!"

Robin and I exchanged a quick look. The veterans might know, but the newcomers seemed to be lucky enough to not face that wrath yet. Robin shrugged, "It'll be the best course to listen to Ness. He has been here since 64."

I snorted but followed behind Robin down the stairs. Ness was still ahead, only stopping occasionally to see our progress. When we all finally reached the bottom floor, I was again blinded by the reds and greens. I honestly just wanted to short-circuit all the lights with my Electroshock, but I knew that if I did, I would get even more people to hate me. I noticed how a few boxes were left opened, still filled with Christmas decorations. I curled my lips in distaste at the stupid knickknacks of Santas and Reindeer and Snowmen I saw. Why weren't they done putting up the decorations yet? All this was a huge waste of time for me. I just wanted to get back in bed…

We were the last ones to arrive to the assembly room. It was like a huge concert stage with rows of chairs, each game had their own sections in which the Smashers representing the game sat in. Games with a single, representing fighter were all grouped together. As expected, all eyes went to us as we opened up the doors. Master Hand gave a wave. His brother (?), Crazy Hand, was nowhere to be found. I doubt that he went grocery shopping. Ness and Robin both separated from me to join their sections, Ness the Earthbound (Yes, Lucas was still here. Once a Smasher, always a Smasher. They were allowed to stay.) and Robin the Fire Emblem. Much to my annoyance, I had to sit next to Pit and his precious goddess. I ignored both of their waves of greetings as I sat down. Pit's smile dropped to the floor as he stared at me.

"Pittoo! Where are your bells?!" he gripped the tip of my wings, pulling them towards him.

I had no choice but to lean with him. "Isn't it obvious? I took them off!" I shouted, extremely peeved. Pit looked like he was going to cry.

"B-but Lady Palutena got them just for us to wear for Christmas! How can you throw them away so easily?!"

I didn't throw them away. Wait a minute. Why didn't I throw them away? Whatever, I wasn't going to tell Pit the truth. I pulled my wings back, rubbing the tip where Pit had grabbed. I glared at both of them, "Maybe because I never wanted them in the first place, Pit-stain. Your precious goddess can waste her money on somebody else. Don't include me in it!"

"Oh, poor little Pittoo," Palutena sighed. "You don't understand the meaning of Christmas, do you?"

I snorted in derision, "I don't need to know what the meaning of Christmas is. It doesn't apply to me."

Pit looked confused, "Of course it applies to you. It applies to everybody!" He started in surprise when I whirled around and jerked his scarf towards me. I leaned in real close to glare into his eyes.

"Christmas…doesn't…concern me," I gritted my teeth. I pushed him away from me. "And I'm not concerned with Christmas." I slumped in my chair, leaving Pit and Palutena to exchange worried looks. I could hear the excited chatters of almost every character. Despite not being bi-or tri- or polylingual, I could guess that everyone was talking about Christmas. Judging from the excited looks (aside from the usual sour-pusses like Ganondorf), I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next when Master Hand cleared his throat (?).

Me: What's going to happen next? What's Master Hand going to announce? What's got Dark Pit's wings in a twist? Why didn't he throw away the bells? How did Robin discover that Greninja hates the lint-roller? What-? *gets smacked by Dark Pit* Ow!

Dark Pit: Shut up!

Me: Hoped you enjoyed and please review!